Dezuel

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Mandi

Appearance

"Hai hai, Mandi here! Whoa you are really cute in that dress! We gotta get you to try some other ones really soon okay~?"

Name: Mandi El-Alzaru
Age: 17
Gender: One of the two. But which one?
Birthday: 13th of May
Magic: Lost Magia: Hydromancy

Hydromantica: Creates water which the wielder can manipulate as they please while also being able to utilize some other water-based spells to amplify or change it. This is a low effort channeling of magic, which is in effect until the caster loses focus or it is removed. It can be made to create jets of water, whirlpools, orbs of water, vortexes and basically anything the wielder wishes from water, which may be hurled or propelled towards foes. Or be used defensively. Mandi is also able to feel if anyone or anything comes into contact with water under the young mage's control. Be it from feeling the change of pressure or ripples in the flow.
Thermocia: Adjusts the temperature to minor or drastic means in water controlled, to create steam or ice. Mandi cannot control said ice nor steam once it takes it's shape, the young mage may however use the water controlled to hurl it into other directions.
Hydrosancti: Blesses the water under Mandi's control to become holy, becoming dangerous for undead, devils and darker creatures while imbueing non-evil things with minor healing if bathed in water of such properties.
Aquaservantum: Creates one or several golems made of water which obey the creator's commands. These servants are mindless and only heed simple commands such as "Fight, Follow, Guard, Hold" and actions which require them to lift something, open something or very mundane tasks. Mandi can currently summon a maximum of three golems, they hit hard enough to leave people breathless or may knock them down or away but not enough to leave serious injury without any application of steam or ice on them. With the exception if one of them grabs you, where they may cause drowning if left unhindered for too long.

Magic Level: A rank, but attempts to downplay this whenever possible. As if trying to hide it.

History:

Mandi El-Alzaru is the youngest child of a declining noble line of mages, most of said line however became corrupted while fighting dark mages and turned to evil themselves or were slain or imprisoned as a result. Such were the case with Mandi's older siblings, father, fraternal grandparents and many other ancestors. But occasionally there has been some which has been able to resist the lure of power and not give in to evil. Mandi prefers to not speak of family nor past much, but the young mage still carries the name El-Alzaru. But not with pride, but rather with just a tone of certainty, of confirmation that this is in fact true. When confronted with the crimes and even the good done by family members, Mandi grows silent and prefers to walk away if possible, one might easily figure out it isn't a favorite subject at all.

Mandi's magical training and uprising was always done with a feeling of restraint and control, the young mage seldom allowed others to see the true extent of the magic wielded by the youngest of house El-Alzaru. While some suspected there to be some power in the bloodline, others thought it was a matter of a persons will or personal magical affinity that played a larger part. There are those who deemed those of El-Alzaru to be self-rightious, doomed, cursed or weak-willed. While others considered the house to have the potential to provide strong and capable mages, but that the wrong training and the lust for power had driven them to unfortunate ends. Some blame were also put on mentors and teachers. When the time came for Mandi, it was with a silent yet determined nod that the young mage set forth to face the same challenges that those that came before faced. Question remained however, would this young mage be able to succeed where others could not?

Personality:
Mandi is highly talkative and formal in speech, the voice soft but with a hint of sting in it, which might be shown would Mandi lose the temper or there is a need for urgency or seriousness. It would be noticed upon first meeting the androgynous youngling, is that Mandi's own personal achievements, talent and progress is being downright downplayed by the young mage, being very humble when others give praise and merely waving it off as nonsense. Mandi finds more liking in praising others, often over-praising them as a result.

A wild discussion has always gone about if Mandi is a boy or a girl, but none has so far been able to get proof supporting either. Some individuals have in past even made it their personal goal to discover the truth, but to little avail for Mandi would not tell them if directly asked, merely answering with a soft "Hmph." This aside, Mandi is very steadfast and strongwilled, always carefully considering things in advance before going forth, providing such is given ofcourse. Mandi likes to verbally discuss matters of magic, the world and various philosophical beliefs. Ultimately the young mage shows a keen interest in conversations with others, but the known reasons for this overly social desire is unknown to most.

Guild and guild mark location: None yet.
Team Members: None

Three Strengths:
1. Keen senses
2. Physically tough
3. Steadfast

Three Weaknesses:
1. Vulnerable to sonic attacks due to keen hearing.
2. Vulnerable to strong spices and airborne stronger smells. Due to enhanced senses.
3. Terrible cook. Much to the displeasure of everyone else.

Additional Details:
- Is 168cm tall, weighs 60kgs.
- Carries a regular wooden staff.
- Carries a backpack with various extra clothing and food. Including some books and pens for writing down things.
- Dagger: A long and slightly curved dagger carried by the belt.
- Hair-sticks: Improvised piercing weapons or lockpicks.
- Water container: Carries emergency water. Can also be used to whack someone over the head with for minor bruising.

Relationships: None yet.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

"What I want? Haven't you listened, my vengeful friend?" He mused softly his mouth forming a slight grin, then he slid down closer towards Bowyn, almost as if trying to circle around him. Then the moth fairy lowered his voice and leaned in slightly.

"Names matter not as much as the actions one take, to advance oneself in the world is a natural thing which all living beings do since birth. Would you think me an exception to that? Hahah... ahh... but what would I sacrifice in the name of rebellion? The least for the best effect." He smirked as he flew back abit.

"There's more in my words than mere letters. Ahh, a pity the dear little 'princess' didn't heed my words neither, or she might not had been taken by that servant of the lich. Oops... the princess is out of the bag! I forgot to mention that part... Not that such a thing is going to discourage you from continuing along the path now hm? Have more faith in oneself than others, that way you are less likely to be disappointed." He added and set his eyes on the others in the group wandering over them with his eyes.

Zephyrin had spoken up, having said that the rebellion didn't matter to her, yet at the same time she craved adventure. Her words were not adding up. For what greater adventure would there be in attempting to dethrone a king? The matter in question wasn't simply a thing that was irrelevant to anyone present, the outcome of the rebellion would shape Avalia for times to come.

The winter fairy girl was hiding her true feelings. Were she an opportunist seeking to gain a thing or two along the way? To Elthrael it didn't matter, what did matter was that he would find the tool necessary to kill the lich and hone that tool well. Only after the lich would be dealt with her could seize control over the fairy kingdoms. It was imperative that the fairies would be kept out of the rebellion as much as possible so that the takeover after the lich would be a powerful and swift move. Once the king would have no place left to run. Elthrael knew he had to return to the river fairy kingdom, or at the very least the flower fairy ones.

Though such matters were for a later time, for where they now where, there were still various conditions which had to be met. Would the key to end the war be lost or simply insufficient, it would be pointless to fight the lich. It wasn't that he doubted in his own ability to do battle, but in the past many had fought the lich king and died trying to stop him. To simply face the lich face to face was not a wise action, if at all it had to be done on his terms. The winter fairy, Zephyrin began to point out to the sky about something in the distance, and Elthrael had already caught whiff of the scent. Fire. Something was burning in the distance. A forest fire? A campfire? It could be many things. Yet to not inspect it would be folly, yet diving in too deep would be even more so.

"Indeed... we are not alone. Do excuse me... I have a key to find. Catch you folks later~." Elthrael made a half-efforted bowing motion in the air, before he darted away quickly through the air in the direction of the scent, making sure to also keep an eye over his shoulder in case someone would follow or attack him. To animals, the scent of fire could be caught from far away, his own senses were impressive aswell. As he began to get closer he caught whiff of another familiar smell which caused his eyes to narrow slightly.

'It better not be...'

Avalia

The port town. One day after Roshmi ball.

The morning had come, a new day dawning. The sun shone brightly, to most it would be a good thing. For the farmers tending the fields, for the people going about their daily lives. Though to Carneylus the light wasn't exactly his ally, he had to wear a set of specially crafted visored mask over his eyes. Metallic in their nature, and dark hardened glass for his eyes. With these he could navigate around during the day decently, thought looking into the sun itself or very bright lights were still not a good idea.

As a demihuman of the batfolk variety, Carneylus prefered the night if he had to chose, even if the warmth that the day brought was refreshing. The last night's feast and discussion with Valaeon had gone about smoothly, even if the demidragon was expensive in the food department. To not show him hospitality was out of the question, and he did have some amas to spend. While not as rich as a noble or a merchant, the demibat had made the port town his home since many years ago. Long did he try to scrape together amas to travel to the flower kingdom to find his father, but as the times changed his attention shifted elsewhere to others in need.

Many were the thoughts that crossed his mind, of the humans which had come to their world, of the lich and the looming threat of war. The people of Avalia deserved freedom, but not only from Aklenroth but of other tyrants which were serving alongside the undead king. The orcish warchiefs, the elven governor and various others which had made life miserable for most. Yet raising ones hand against any such person would not be a task for just one person alone, there were many influencial and powerful people in Avalia. While he and Valaeon were indeed very capable combatants, there were others with far more influence, wealth and power than them for certain. Not to mention when it came to magics.

Yet despite all of that, he knew there would come a time to rise up and fight and that time was closing in. The past was a cruel yet effective teacher, it made the demibat strive to get stronger so that he could avoid things from his own past to repeat themselves. Carneylus was taken away from his thoughts as a caravan rolled into the port town, various farmers and common folk bringing their crops and harvests to sell at the marketplace. All had to earn their livelihood someway.

There was one specific wagon carrying crops that caught the attention of some dark elves as it rolled into town, they decided to stop it and inspect it, as if they were searching for rebels. What would they even look for? How could one tell a rebel from a non-rebel anyhow? The dark elves were nontheless still willing to display their authority over most others, in this particular case it was a wolflike demihuman and his elven friend that was stopped.

"You do realize that hiding rebels or aiding rebels warrants death right?" A dark elven man wearing plated armor asked the caravan driver, the dark elves always knew how to stir up trouble where there were none to begin with.

"Please! We have nothing to do with any rebels we are just here to sell our goods... please try to understand-" The wolfman spoke up to the dark elf, his facial expression clearly showing that he was worried.

"Shut your mouth!" Another dark elf carrying a spear yelled out as he began to stick the sharp end of the spear among the crops, spearing some of the goods.

"Hey stop! You are ruining our harvest! Brigands!" The elven woman which had accompanied the wolfman said out aloud, drawing attention of a few bystanders which seemed incapable of turning a blind eye to the display before them.

"Oh what's that? Well well, who'd knew that a moon elf woman had such a filthy mouth." A longhaired dark elven male in a leather armor said aloud as he walked up and took hold of the woman's hair. "I should teach you a lesson. Heh.. maybe we should have some fun with you. Maybe we'd sell you to the orcs?" He snickered as he drew a knife and pointed it at her face.

"Let me go! Please- stop..." The elven woman pleaded, as the dark elves began to laugh one after the other. The wolfman got down on his knees. "Please I am telling you we don't know about any rebels! Please let us go!"

"I told you to shut up!" The heavily armored dark elf raised his arm and hand with the intent to slap the wolfman across the face. But his hand stopped as if frozen midair. The armored dark elf turned his head to look at his arm, where a hand was now holding it firmly in place. He seemed shocked momentarily, before it turned into anger as he set his eyes on the demibat which had grabbed his arm. "What do you think you are doing?! Let go off me or I will gut you like a fairy!" The armored dark elf spitted out to the winged being next to him.

"I am only going to say this once. Get out of here." Carneylus said in a stern tone of voice, his dark eyes setting at the dark elf's crimson red ones.

"Why you cocky little shit!" The dark elf uttered and swung with his free hand towards the demibat, who caught his armored fist using the palm of his hand. The demihuman then pressed his hand around the closed fist and the metal began to buckle inwards and there was a snapping sound of bone breaking under it. The dark elf fell to his knees screaming as the demibat allowed his hands to slip off him.

"You bastard!" The spearwielding dark elf yelled out and ran forwards with his spear, whereof the demibat softly drew his saber from it's sheath and made a slight sidestepping motion to counter the dark elf's thrusting spear, before the bladed edge of his saber sliced up and through the wooden pole that was the spear. The dark elf quickly pulled the remaining wooden staff-like piece back, before throwing it towards the winged man who dodged it simply by walking slightly to the side.

"One more step and I will carve her up!" The longhaired dark elf yelled, pressing his knife against the elf woman's throat.

"You are a coward who hides behind an innocent woman..." Carneylus said in a serious tone of voice, his tone neither displaying immense anger nor spite. "Drop your sword right now fool!" The longhaired dark elf demanded, while his former spearwielding companion drew a sword he had sheathed by his belt.¨ Carneylus took a slight breath and then threw his sword aside, raising both of his hands soon after.

"Wise choice dumbass..." The now sword wielding dark elf said as he stepped closer to his companion, which now threw his hostage to the side. "Out of the way bitch. I am going to teach this beast a lesson..." The longhaired dark elf held out his free hand and began to use umbrakinesis, summoning dark vines to assail the winged demihuman. Carneylus wrapped his wings around himself quickly as he saw the dark vines shoot out and soon enough they enveloped him. Thorny and dark.

"Not so tough without your sword are ya?!" The swordwielding dark elf mocked as he glanced to his companion and grinned. The wolfman had at this point snuck under his wagon to hide and the elven woman took cover behind a nearby barrel.

"Not a bad coffin for you, winged idiot." The longhaired dark elf said in a satisfied tone as he ceased his magic, now looking at the vine covered 'pod' he had made in front of them. Then there was a cracking sound, then another one and finally the pod itself burst open as if it had exploded from the inside, as large batlike wings spread wide open as parts of the vines flew all over the place. "What? Impossible!" The swordsman said aloud in a mix of amazement and disbelief at the sight of the demibat breaking out of the coccoon of vines.

"Fine! We'll do this the old fashioned way!" The longhaired dark elf rushed forwards with his knife, swinging it for the winged opponent who replied by slamming one of the wings right into the approaching dark elf, sending him tumbling backwards into trough filled with water for weary horses. His swordwielding companion soon took a charge of his own swinging his sword in an overhead motion, the demihuman simply sidestepped yet again, grabbing hold of the dark elf's wrist, guiding him forwards further so he would lose his balance, while stepping up beside him and using a flattened hand to chop him at the back of his neck. Causing the dark elf to fall to the ground uncouncious.

The fight didn't end there as the longhaired dark elf rose from his watery bed and the heavily armored dark elf which he had broken the hand of was now drawing a dagger with his other hand and attempting to stab the winged man. Carneylus wing made a slap in reply, sending the dagger to the ground and soon enough the dark elf's field of vision became that of an outstretched hand enveloping his vision and it closed around his face and he felt as if his head was being crushed by the pressure. But he was lifted from his feet and then hurled down to the ground with such force that he passed out even before he hit the ground.

The armored dark elf was dropped yet again to the ground and the man turned to face the last dark elf standing who looked less than happy to see him. "I'll kill you!" The dark elf screamed and hurled himself in a fit of rage at the winged man, whereof both his wrists were grabbed in turn and then he felt the pressure of his bones beginning to be hardly pressed, causing him to drop his knife.

"Haven't you done enough already? Take your friends and leave us be." Carneylus said in an even more firm tone than before, squeezing the dark elf's wrists even further to the point he could feel how his bones were beginning to slightly become strained.

"Arghhh! Kill him! Kill this filthy beast and the king will-" The dark elf screamed out in pain and sheer rage, before his voice trailed off by the snapping sound of bones breaking. It didn't take long for the dark elf to be dropped to the ground and Carneylus bent down to pick up his saber, before sheathing it. How did things always turn out the way they did? He wasn't sure but what he was sure of was that he would never again watch the innocent be bullied or treated unfairly. With a nod of his head he motioned to the wolfman under the wagon and to the elf woman to continue along their way before calling for a healer.

While the dark elves were doing things which were no doubt evil, did they deserve to die by his hand as a result? He believed in redemption, perhaps it wasn't too late for them to do some good. All it took was to give them a chance. The chance he never got when he was young, how it seemed like his fate had already been written for him. And how things changed in time, he became who he was because of things that happened to him.

"Would someone be kind enough to bring these three to the healers or alert the healers of their condition? Thank you." He solemnly bowed his head to the onlookers before continuing to walk before he was stopped by the elven woman.

"Wait.. I.. thank you. I am sorry for putting you into trouble, If there's anyway I can make it up to you I-" The elf woman said softly, her feet touching oneanother as she was trying to come up with the right words.

"There is no need for that. Just be on your way before more of them show up." The winged man softly nodded his head to the elven woman, with a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth, giving her a single pat on her shoulder before continuing along his way.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Lost Haven (River at the top of the city map)

After having heard The Wanderer's words, Verge had teleported himself to his home to grab the only thing he felt like he truly needed with him. A set of pitch black clothes and boots. Having swiftly dressed off and on like only a few could imagine the young man manifested a crystal briefly too perceive himself in the reflection before teleporting a second time. This time further away.

Lost Haven.

When he opened his eyes next, the young man found himself in yet another chaotic place. The extraterrestial attack on the world seemed quite significant indeed, what were they after? To rule the earth or to destroy it? Verge would have neither of them. As far as he knew, the representative figure for the mother earth was none other than himself. The humans and aliens alike would have to be removed, and now was an opportune moment to do both. Though it didn't stop the young man from seizing a few moments to collect himself after the far distance teleport. When he felt he had collected himself, Verge began to hover, his feet lifting from the ground as he channeled his light powers within himself to empower himself. His angelic looking wings of pure energy appearing more brightly at his back as he began to cross the large 'river' between Olympia and Brooksdale. The dark waters below him.

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth..." He said softly, while raising his both hands, then a crystalline armor would begin form and decorate his completely black outfit, leaving enough gaps to not hinder his movement however. Within his right hand a crystalline sword would also form. The white coloured crystal would soon after turn into a golden colour. Then in his left hand an orb of the same kind of crystal but white. The young man threw a brief glance down to the dark waters beneath his hovering form.

"Darkness was over the face of the deep... and the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters..." His tone became more calmer and almost methodical, a slight curl forming on his lips as he raised his head, looking at the crystal orb which was now floating away from his hand and increasing in size, kept afloat by his geokinetic powers.

"Then God said. 'Let there be light..' and there was light!" The young man's eyes widened and a grin appeared on his lips as he shot a channeled beam of light light through his crystalline sword and then with a flick using the other hand he allowed the now massive crystalline ball, which was now the size of a small house, to spin around quickly as the beam of light struck it. The beams began to multiply soon after striking the partly hollow spinning orb of crystal, sending beams of light in all directions of the area. Shooting down aliens and humans alike who were caught in the pathway towards Sherman's square, buildings, cars, alien ships and other structures were not left untouched neither.

Many of the said beams even bounced back right unto Verge himself at he floated at a distance behind it, only for the beams to be absorbed by him and in turn powering him even more. He kept using his geokinesis to keep the crystal orb spinning and floating, his light powers being channeled through his sword and into the orb, making it into a very violent and destructive disco ball. The various screaming of aliens and humans alike did not deter him for a second, after all it didn't matter how loud they were screaming, it would be nothing compared to the weeping the earth itself was feeling. Why would he feel anything in removing threats to the world? What was there to feel? They deserved it. They all deserved what was coming to them.

"It's like a melody, I can hear it in my memory. A final tone of breath ending with your... coming death... as I fly into the sky... I know that you will die. There is no escape, nothing left in my wake... crossing this path will be your ending mistake." The young man softly hymned on a song as the screaming, rumbling and crushing sounds were all around him.

Ambiance music:

My Hider

youtube.com/watch?v=rn-CyZ-L768

When the Heavens Fell... (Mid/Casual God RP)

I would once more show my interest. :)

Avalia

Terneus Andros

The slightly soft treebranch was moved out of the view for the ever persistant, the ever timely governor of the good things in life.

"Where is that coming from? A stream nearby? Hah!" He said aloud, removing his hand from the branch he had just moved out of his face, causing it to whiplash two seconds later right into his face. The small branches whipping his scarred and muddy face, to such an extent the elf not so gracefully fell back unto his rear.

"Unff!" He grabbed his face with both of his arms as he felt the pain filling his face again, then the memory of his injury causing anger to swell up in him again. The elf wasted no time on the ground, but got up and raised his hand towards the tree which had the audacity to strike at him, using his light powers to sever it at the base. "Death... is what you deserve for that." He muttered as he raised his face in a slightly more dignified matter, like a noble ignoring the pleading of a beggar he strode forth into an area abit more open but filled with shrubs which leaves resembled palmtrees. There were still plenty of trees about, but at least he wouldn't have to cut them down to get through.

"Now where is that sound com-" The governor stepped forwards with such vigor that even his foot was too slow to react to the sudden change in elevation, it was a harsh downhill elevation which sent the nearly blueblooded elderly elf tumbling down a dirt, shrub and vine ridden hillside. He knew not how many times he had spun, his mind was all over the place and he knew not how to stop it until he finally reached the bottom with a splashing sound.

"Unfgnnn... uhh..." He groaned and swallowed some liquid which he began to cough up again, what or where was he? He opened his eyes. The stream?! His elven senses had led him to the stream and to water. Whilst it wasn't as fancy as wine, it was something he sorely needed... and this was far more clean that a pool of mud. He began to drink from it cupping his hands, and that's when he noticed one of his fingers didn't heed his command. The elf's eyes began to twitch, his body was refusing to do as he said? How dared it. None should disobey him. So he grabbed hold of the oddly poking finger and bent it back in place with his other hand. Pain. Excruciating pain filled his mind and body as it seemed to send shockwaves through him. His finger had gotten bent by the tumble downhill but it was now bent back.

The elf breathed out heavily, but now surely his hardships were over the stream was shallow at where he were but seemed to get deeper further ahead. The elf mustered what strength he could and began to stumble his way forwards along the ankledeep water until it got deeper and he noticed the stream was actually... streaming? Was that even a word? It was going away from him, meaning he could use it for transportation if he could find a ship. He found the next best thing. A old, hollowed out log of a tree which he pushed into the stream and then crawled on top of it and sat at it. Then the log began to float downstream as the water got deeper and deeper, and much to the governor the pace picked up. Soon he would be at the port and he could get dressed, eat and drink til he couldn't stand. And perhaps even exact revenge on some peasants. He allowed himself to relax abit, as he had not yet slept from the night before. But falling asleep on a log in water wouldn't do at all. He kept himself awake even as he leaned down on the log watching the water carrying him further away.

"My genuine intellect knows no bounds, where lesser men would have perished, I have survived. Take that, Andros the III. Thinking your hardships were the greatest." The elf scoffed to himself as the sound of the water was getting louder and louder, almost like a thundering sound, or water slamming against rocks.

"What now?!" He said aloud in an angered manner, sitting up properly on the log, and his now cleaned pale face grew even more white. The stream, or rather the river was disappearing ahead... and also the treeline. Water was falling. A water... fall. A waterfall?! The governor panic- rose with quick elegance to counter this coming threat. The elven eyes darted to the left and right and he decided to evicerate one of the nearby trees, causing it to fall into the river and then he jumped from the log unto salvation. The ever so cunning governor threw glances behind him as the log flew over the waterfall and tumbled down against the rocks below with a crashing sound. Then he began to notice the tree was also slowly beginning to move, thus he pushed himself forwards along the tree itself and jumping unto land again, soon watching the tree also tumble down the waterfall. He had eluded death yet again. His situation and near death encounter was soon overpowered by the feeling of pride and achievement. As if indeed he had been chosen by the elven gods to get out of any situation and he had!

"It is going to take alot more than some force of nature to end this extraordinary elven lord..." He said in a tone, almost as if thinking aloud as he began to walk along the moss filled land going deeper into the wilderness again. He wanderered, and he wandered until finally he saw some form of construct in the forest itself. "What? Some idiot living out here?" He muttered as he laid eyes on a small hut surrounded by all manner of vines and thorns hindering his path forwards. The governor began to channel his magics, cutting away the vines and making a path forwards. The light magic acting as a knife cutting it away as if it were butter.

As the elven lord came closer he noticed a fine looking appletree with green apples at it, he blinked a few times upon seeing this. So this was how apples were grown? He had only seen them presented at his dinnertable, never seen them grow out in the wilderness. Even in it's natural state, the elf couldn't help but agree with himself that it looked far better on his table. But apples were food and that was something he needed, he allowed himself to pick a green apple, even filling his arm with at least six of them before he took a bite. It tasted sweet and oddly enough good to the elven governor, and seemed to also dullen his pain in his hands and feet.

Then he noticed how the forest changed around him, and the ground itself was shifting in shape and his legs suddenly refused to obey his orders as he fell down on his knees and then with his face against the ground, the apples slipping out of his grasp. What was going on? His vision was blurry and he couldn't feel his legs, his arms were not as affected but felt dull. He had been poisoned! Who in their sane mind would put a poisonous tree next to their home?! It was then the governor realized that he had been the subject of a trap meant for intruders.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

They were not alone in the sewer, what was this manner of creature which was now getting in their way? To the dark elf it mattered very little, what did matter was that the humans would be able to leave Roshmi and join with the rebel forces at a larger scale. After all the war would rely heavily on the amount of humans they could muster to defeat king Aklenroth. While his defeat wouldn't be the end of the conflict, it would be the beginning of it. For it was peoples nature to fight each other, that was something which the dark elf couldn't shake off. It was always there looming over him, in fact it had now become so much of his everyday life that he felt almost companionship with it. Then the promise of sweet death at the end, and how much he craved it. Yet even that craving was little compared to his hatred for the world itself. It didn't matter if it was Aklenroth, the humans, the governor of the elves or even this creature standing now before them. The rebellion had to continue no matter what, the humans had to survive.

Yet amidst all the feelings of hate, hopelessness and dark there was another feeling which he thought he had forgotten long ago. Guilt. He felt guilt for his thoughts of simply creating his dark magics, grabbing the two women and leaving Kuroi to fend for himself. Why was it so? Was it because he felt he owed the man for saving his own life? Was it because he liked him? The best way to deal with the emotion was to immediately suppress it and decide to stay and fight. Kuroi had some plan of his own, which had left the dark elf stunned momentarily as the vulpines teeth digged into Torvi's arm. What was he thinking?

Then she had flung herself forth to attack the clones which their foe had created before them. The dark elf was still hurting from his fight with the governor, his one arm not being properly usable and with that close combat was out of the question. A prolonged fight or a fight demanding much effort down in the sewers, or one where they would be further injuried could only aid in aflicting them with diseases and other illnesses, it had to be solved quickly. But how could it be done? Baraian raised his uninjured arm and began to murmur as he conjured shadows the size of the ones in his group before he hurled them forwards, making sure they would not come into contact with his allies and instead 'confuse' the clones before them, if nothing else get through their shapes and explode at their foe. While a dark explosion made by these would be minor in it's radius, it would certainly still bear a hefty sting.

"Hello darkness... my old friend." The elf said in a monotone voice as the shadowy figures were formed and soon after spread out and trailed forth, some along the sides of the tunnel, some along the ceiling.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The moth fairy began to flutter his wings, hurling himself up into the air, where he stopped to hover, crossing his legs slightly as he 'sat' midair.

"It is not a matter of me seeking the answer to that question, I know it already. I simply wish you lovely people to know your answer too, would you have not given it any thought. I cannot read minds, neither can you, otherwise you've would not have stated what you did." He softly mused before continuing.

"A person's true nature is akin to the heart of the forest, buried deep within... warded by thorns and vines. You can only guess what it may be, perhaps by the sweet smelling flowers, the trees yielding it's fruits or the colourful leaves. Yet the sweetest of things may be the most poisonous, how could you tell the truth from the lies? Perhaps only in time. As to what I am doing here? Let me tell you a little story..." The moth fairy moved one of his hands in front of him in a sideway motion, as if he was turning a page in an invisible book.

"To open a door, one require a key. But not just any key, the right kind of key. Some take the shape of a sword, others as a shield or set of armor. For not all things of battle are created to destroy something, some are created to ward the wielder of said sword. As certain as the water flowing in a stream, a powerful shield of the same kind will realize everyone's dream. The blade must be kept beyond the element of life, obscure and protect it's very existance from the evil one would seek to end with it. Light in it's purest form is the sword, yet without a sharp edge even it will be unable to cut the dark. Who is the smith that will hone the edge and where is the sword, now that is something worth pondering on for those seeking answers..." The fairy kept musing on softly.

"You seek to end the lich to give peace to the fallen, this is indeed true... but only partly so... It is someone... someone important to you that was... taken from you. A friend? A sibling? A lover? Yes... you crave revenge or justice, whichever word you prefer. Yet your statement that you do not care about the world... is not true at all. Because you are a part of this world, just like your companions are. To reject the world is to reject your companions, because they are as much part of the world as they are a part of you, and you are a part of them, my wintery friend." He allowed a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth, still keeping his attention on those in the group.

"As for the lich, what drove him to place the world in his hand? Perhaps his reasons were not far different from your own at the beginning. After all he was once a breathing and living being too, shaped by the world around him and those he surrounded himself with. A part of this world, if you so wish. Some elders have made claims that he was once an elf, but whose alive to truly confirm such a thing? Even so would you believe it?" Elthrael softly exhaled, blowing a falling leaf out of his path, causing it to twirl down towards the earth.

"Now here's an actual thought for you, what if the lich was not an elf at all... but a human?" The moth fairy's hair was blowing slightly in the wind, his eyes looking to the group over his shoulder as he turned midair as if he sat on a spinning chair.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Elthrael wasn't the type to generally enjoy gloating, but in this case he had to make an exception. As the female winter fairy had openly stated her interest in him, and complimenting his recently grown apples. The moth fairy had a smug expression on his face, glancing towards Kenia and then towards Bowyn, which had begun to address him.

"Oh no need to fret, my frosty friend. The elf girl's little fantasy is just a fantasy and has nothing real to it. Same can be said of the fairy princess, Risa Millinia. She no doubt believes that after removing the lich from power the world will suddenly have peace. But that is just naivé thinking. What is worse though? Order under the current king or disorder with several kingdoms fighting oneanother til a new Aklenroth would appear?" He couldn't stop a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence as he looked over the group, turning to address Kenia.

"Not at all. I suppose you are just upset after failing to get under someone's blanket the past night. If you have such an urge to get under something, why don't you go ahead and dig underground? By all means dig us a tunnel to the north! I am certain the orc mines would be more than welcome to take you in if that's more to your liking. You do seem like the kind who enjoys digging for gold, or your own grave." The moth fairy smirked, as his golden eyes watched Kenia closely.

'They do not see what I am doing do they? No matter. I will find out who wants to keep this group to stick together and who does not want that. The latter may likely serve the lich king, for what better way is there to turn ones enemies upon each other. Just like Aklenroth no doubt did long ago before he took the throne. In this coming fight, the one who is going to pull these strings will be me. But I'll do it one better. Without a massive civil war. I will seize the throne by force if I have to, order must triumph over chaos. At the crucial moment, I must be the one to take the lich's place. All sides must be pleased with the terms, lest war shall come anew and all of this will be for nothing. Battles are won by men and women with physical prowess, wars are won by men and women with mental prowess. I possess both, yet the latter is by far the more important. Victory and loss in battles mean nothing if the war is lost. I must win. If it will not be my destiny, I might aswell be dead. The answer I seek is not too far away.'

Avalia

Terneus Andros

It took a moment for the graceful elven lord to gather his composure, after all these spiders were not a threat to someone like him. At least that's what he believed. The forest itself was in dire need of elven restoration, with all the web scattered about and beastfolk running amok. And now they were leaving. They were what?! They were leaving! Governor Andros blinked his noble eyes at the sight of the strangers deciding to leave, but they were leaving without him. Him of all people. The most important person around.

"What are you doing?! Get back here this instant! I command you to cease- Get off my boot you dirty arachnid!" The elf yelled in annoyance as he kicked a smaller spider off his once clean boots, the elf shot two more beams of light at some more spiders as he was making his way forwards quickly towards the group as they were leaving. Too bad the governor's fast movement, was the equalent of being very slow to everyone elses standards. All those years in the carriage was surely to blame for this unfortunate setback.

"I said get back here, I order you to carry me with your unworthy hands! I care not in which manner you do this, but that it happens right now! The rough terrain is damaging my pure feet..." His yelling soon turned into muttering as he looked around, seeing spiders scattering or darting off into the forestation. He had come to a forked path in the forest, which path did they take? One of the prints looked like a reversed "U" and seemed to dart off to the left, and there was some other prints leading right. The elf knew that right had to be the right way. The governor was certain he would soon catch up with the incompetent half-breeds and when he did they would have to pamper him as he deserved. Lost amidst his thoughts, and whose thoughts were better to get lost in. The elf found the forestation to be getting way thicker.

"Annoying trees! How did those idiots manage to get through here without removing these things. Out of my way!" The elf spoke up and channeled his light magic, creating beams which would slice open a path between the various trees and bushes. Frightening off any nearby animals and spiders still about.

"Aha! A path! I knew it, salvation from my troubles at last- what in the smooth elven arses is this?!" The ever so considerate and patient governor noticed that the path he had taken was now being split into three separate paths.

"Which path leads to the idiots and what paths do not? Let see... what path would I take if I was an inbred imbecile and halfbreed? Why must I suffer the presence and existance of all these inferior things?" The elf asked out to none in particular, the forest now being quiet and the more he wandered off, the deeper the forestation and more quiet it became. Had he taken the wrong turn? Not a chance. Such a thing could not happen to a esteemed individual such as himself.

No such idocy was privileged for the less rich. Then the elf finally heard a sound, like a low roar and it took him by surprise. What in the world was this creature that had snuck up on him? Then he realized what it was. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Hunger. He was hungry. Poor hungry. Not just the gluttonous desire to eat something expensive for the sake of it or look down upon the poor. He was starving. How could he? He who shone brigher than any other? To have to feel like a poor person, the feeling was enough to make him want to throw up. The idea of poverty and him being in the same sentence, even mentally was abhorrent.

'This is all Feldrin's fault! That idiot got himself killed without my permission, and that idiotic pig-man and his duckfaced bitch. Damnable fairies and demons! The world would be better off without you.' The elderly elf lamented his situation and where he was, someone had to be blamed for his unfortunate misplacement in the forest, without water, food, luxery and servants. He stopped for a moment and began to wonder, did he really take the middle path? He was so full in his thoughts, it might had been the most right one. But how? How could he had allowed himself to- No, this was the forest itself turning on him. It wasn't his fault, the forest was most likely serving something.

Then came a sound again, not from his stomach but from above. A decently sized nut was falling down from a nearby tree. And up in the tree sat a familiar face, the squirrel from before, it was peeking down to the dinner it had just dropped by accident. Possibly due to it's size. The elf's eyes widened as he lunged towards the nut and grabbed it. "Hah! I've got it! Fortune favours the beautiful!" He said aloud triumphantly as the squirrel squeaked angrily at the elven thief.

"Oh you want this? Not a chance you fleabag, this is going down the elven inner circle. More precisely my inside." The governor allowed a cruel chuckle as he cracked the nut's shell and began to pick out the nut within. He looked up towards the hungry squirrel with glee, the idea of this pitiful creature being on the receiving end of this stroke of luck filled him with more determination. But he was tired. Way tired. He had to find a place to rest at soon... but the forest was so dirty.